When Two Collide (Twilight x Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Charlie POV:

When the teacher told us that we had to work in pairs I started to stress out. Everyone at this school hates me because I have dyslexia, I just wish I was the same age as Sam so she could help me.

This whole partner thing only got worse because my dumb English teacher put me with one of them.  I was more than prepared to get my sword out and chop her head off. 

We did most of our work in silence but she noticed me struggling and offered to help. That was honestly one of the nicest things a person has ever done for me, supernatural or not.

When Sam walked up to us I could see the interrogation in her eyes.

"Why are you talking to one of them? 

And why are you being friendly to her? 

She could be trying to figure out our true identities. How could you possibly so dumb? 

When we get home I'm telling mom and dad!"

As we walked down the halls of the school all I could do was wait until she exploded at me.

As we got outside I noticed that dad was picking us up and not mom. Mom would never trust dad to pick us up, EVER! Something was wrong.

'd...d...dad why are you picking us up?' Sam stuttered.

'Can't a father pick his two amazing children up from school?' He stated.

'Yeah, I guess' we both said.

Then he started to laugh.

'Seriously guys, did you really think your mother would let me pick you up on any normal day? No. So I'm only picking you up because we are going to do some war games today and she is setting everything up. Gods forbid she leaves me home alone with all those weapons.' 

Honestly, sometimes I don't know if my dad is joking or being serious half the time. I know my mom can trust him to look after us as he is fiercely loyal but at the same time she would never trust my dad home alone with weapons. And when I asked my grandma about it she just said that he destroyed all her china cabinets when he was thirteen? Ugh, I really don't know who to trust anymore.

However, if dad is picking us up that can only mean one thing:

'Dad,' I asked as I got in the car. 'Is tonight war games night?' 

He looked over to us and with a twinkle in his eyes and nodded at us. 

Our loud cheers filled the car. War games night only happened once a month cause mom wants us to "focus on school" or something like that. 

War games at home weren't really war games. That is mainly because we don't have enough people or enough room. Our war games are more like training. Don't get me wrong we do keep fit. Like going running around the town or do some workouts at home. The games include more intense workouts and some sword fighting. This is the first time since moving here that we get to do war games.

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As soon as Sam and I got home we raced up to our rooms and put our bronze armor on. When we went back downstairs we activated our weapons and went outside to find mom and dad in their armor as well.

'Okay kids, today your Father will be teaching you a new sword fighting technique.' Mom said. 'Then afterwards if we have some time we might do some sort of tournament.'

All I could think of was that they were teaching us a new technique and it must be special because we hadn't learnt it at camp before. I was very excited and by looking at Sam I could tell she was as well.

Dad started to explain what we were going to do when Sam asked him who taught him this move.

'Well as you both may know I was not always the best swordsman at Camp. In fact, when I arrived there I was worse than the cabin 10 kids, and that's saying something.' He laughed and mom looked at him like he was an idiot.

'Well, there was this guy from the Hermes cabin that was the best of the best.' Then he stopped. Mom whispered something in his ear and his face fell.

'Kids I'm not going to tell you this story now, yes, you are both ready to hear it but your mother and I are just not ready to tell it yet.'

'But why?' Sam asked.

'This story is full of emotions and I am not ready to tell it and neither is your mom. You do know parts of it but today is not the time to say the whole thing.'

'Okay,' we both replied.

Dad then walked into the middle of the backyard and his sword appeared out of nowhere. Mom walked up to him and they demonstrated this really complicated offensive sword technique. I had no idea how I was going to learn it.

'So I learnt this at twelve years old and it was the first time I had ever done sword-fighting before. If I can learn it in a fight then you can learn it in one afternoon. Okay?'

'Yep,' We replied again.

The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to learn this technique and dad was constantly at our throats that we weren't doing it properly. It was annoying but made me more determined to master it.

It eventually got too dark to see and we had to go inside. We, unfortunately, didn't get to have a tournament but I would rather practice than fight my battle-hardened parents.

As we walked inside mom had ordered us some pizza and forced to go and have a shower. As I got in I realized how bruised I was. Generally, I don't like to eat ambrosia or nectar if I'm not very injured because I don't want to have too much. I can handle a couple of bruises.

When I walked downstairs I saw the pizza on the table and went to grab a slice. It was the perfect way to relax after a long day. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of constantly being watched.

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Hello again! It's been a while since I've uploaded, hasn't it? Well, I'm very very very sorry and I would have uploaded sooner but online school kicked my ass. I had so many mental breakdowns and just as school was about to go back after the winter break the state I live in had just gone back into lockdown. So holidays have been extended a week and I don't know if I'm going back to school.

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